Quick Transmigration: The Yandere Boss Pretends to Be Well After He's Gone Mad

Jiang Xiyu was to become his escape route, so he could not stay and wait in place. Instead, he mounted the Snow-Treading Black Steed.

Seeing his pale face, the chief eunuch stopped him, saying, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is not good at riding horses. You cannot go like this."

"The Northern Plains army has already passed through, and I believe the Crown Prince will be safe. If anything were to happen to you, the Crown Prince would be very worried."

Jiang Xiyu remained expressionless and simply said, "Bring me the bow and arrows."

The chief eunuch tried to persuade her further, but Jiang Xiyu's expression suddenly turned cold.

There was a murderous intent in that rage that the chief eunuch had never seen before. He nodded fearfully and went to fetch his bow and arrows.

After receiving the order, Jiang Xiyu solemnly commanded, "Order the people in the secret passage to return immediately to provide reinforcements. If anyone disobeys, I will not let them off lightly."

The fire at Mount Li was bound to spread upwards, and Jiang Xiyu knew that Yuan Huan would not back down.

However, as the Imperial Guards continued to tighten their lines, no matter how much the Imperial Guards resisted, they were eventually driven to a dead end.

Rather than letting the secret passage become a dead end, it's better to proactively turn that dead end into a path to survival.

By changing direction and allowing the remaining Beiyuan army to enter from there, the Imperial Guards and the garrison of the capital would be surrounded, the initiative on the battlefield would be switched, and Yuan Huan would have a better chance of survival.

"Your Majesty..." Zhao Bai was also worried, afraid that if something happened to him, it would be difficult to explain to Yuan Huan.

"The young master will be alright, you..."

Jiang Xiyu glanced at him indifferently, then tightened his grip on the reins.

Before Zhao Bai could finish speaking, he had already spurred his horse forward.

Zhao Bai and Le Yuan dared not let him go ahead, so they quickly rode off to catch up.

The Kitahara army followed closely behind, while a portion of those who remained abandoned their horses and entered through a secret passage.

Garuda flew in the sky, guiding the Northern Plains army toward the direction of the smoke.

The smoke had been dispersed by the wind and was no longer particularly thick, but it still loomed over the sky like dark clouds, and the air was filled with the stench of burnt flesh and blood, making one want to vomit.

Mount Li has clearly become a slaughterhouse.

The commander of the Imperial Guards watched as his last prey was surrounded and forced into the palace, fighting like a cornered beast. He couldn't help but smile like a victor: "So what kind of Northern Plains Killing God is he? Nothing special."

"They can't hold on much longer. Pass down the order to capture that person alive."

The subordinate, of course, knew who 'that person' referred to, and immediately ran off to relay the order.

The once magnificent and splendid palace is now covered with stains and bloodstains on its walls.

The commander of the Imperial Guards looked at everything before him, his smile vanished, replaced by an intense sense of ruthlessness and glee.

Soon, all of this will belong to the Empress Dowager and to their Li family.

The emperor ordered the imprisonment of the entire Li family, which ultimately led to the tragic death of his father, Li Yuan. He would definitely settle this score.

After breaching the palace gates, the dikes collapsed, and the imperial guards surged in like a tidal wave, killing anyone they encountered.

"This is the last place; they must be hiding here."

The Imperial Guards surrounded the palace where the secret passage was located.

Eager to make a name for themselves, they rushed forward and kicked the door open. The moment the door was flung open, a deafening roar erupted from inside: "Kill!"

In an instant, countless soldiers surged out.

Before the Imperial Guards could react, they could only awkwardly defend themselves and retreat.

They stared in horror at the soldiers in black armor, exclaiming, "How come there are so many Imperial Guards?!"

"Damn it, this is a ghost!!!"

Amid the fighting, soldiers clad in black armor poured in.

They were all fierce-looking, each one fighting against three, and the Imperial Guards were quickly routed and forced to retreat from the area.

Someone exclaimed, "These aren't the Imperial Guards; the flags they're carrying look like the Kitahara Flag."

"They are the Northern Plains Army!"

These words were like a giant throwing something that sent up countless sharp pebbles.

The imperial guards were all horrified and ran out of the palace.

Yuan Huan was surrounded by the Northern Plains army in the safest position. His face was covered in blood, making it impossible to see his expression. All that could be heard was his stern command. The Northern Plains army was like a bloodthirsty blade, and wherever it passed, blood flowed like a river.

Seeing them flee like rats, the commander of the Imperial Guards quickly drew his sword and slashed at the deserters, shouting angrily, "Who dares to retreat!"

"Commander, it's the Kitahara Army!"

"Bullshit! Where did this Northern Plains army come from!"

The next moment, with the surge of Imperial Guards, the Northern Plains Army flag was firmly planted in front of the palace gate.

They were like black lightning, swiftly and decisively defeating the Imperial Guards.

They became a new flame, starting from the palace and spreading downwards, forcing all the Imperial Guards into a new slaughterhouse.

"Damn it, get out of here, get out of here!"

It's true, the Northern Plains Army has appeared out of nowhere at Mount Li, it's terrifying.

Everyone reacted and ran.

But suddenly the sound of galloping hooves came from down the mountain. The imperial guards thought it was a sign of salvation, but when they saw the flags fluttering everywhere, they were terrified.

"Below, below are all the Northern Plains Army, we, we've been..."

Before the speaker could finish speaking, an arrow suddenly pierced his throat.

Amidst a vast army, the phoenix wings on the head of the snow-covered black horse did not sway even slightly.

The white figure sitting on horseback, his robes fluttering as he drew his bow, was like a sudden ray of light piercing the gloomy sky, his eyes and brows exuding the solemn majesty of an emperor.

Jiang Xiyu patted the Snow-Treading Black Steed, which then slowly stepped over the corpses and walked up.

The Northern Plains Army followed closely behind, now also becoming the emperor's eagles, poised to strike, their sharp claws ready to strike anyone who dared to offend them.

Piles of bones mark this road, the road of emperors.

Jiang Xiyu was thin and walked at the front, looking as if he could be blown away at any moment.

Despite looking so frail, he was incredibly ruthless in his attacks.

He spared no one who knelt and surrendered; his sinister and mad aura made the Northern Plains Army feel as if they were seeing a different person.

When surrender failed, the Imperial Guards fought back fiercely.

However, being attacked from both sides, they ultimately failed to stir up any trouble.

Jiang Xiyu was only focused on climbing up, with Zhao Bai and Le Yuan protecting him. When they saw the people coming down from above, they quickly called out, "Your Majesty, it's the Crown Prince! The Crown Prince is up there!"

The jolting on the horse's back had numbed Jiang Xiyu's nausea; as he rode the Snow-Treading Black Steed, his hands gripping the reins were actually trembling slightly.

He stopped trembling only after hearing the shout.

Yuan Huan...

Amidst the cacophony of sounds, Jiang Xiyu heard and saw his eagle.

The two looked at each other across the rebel army, and Jiang Xiyu silently called out: Yuan Jiuge.

His black hair was disheveled, his robes were stained with dust, and he looked like a wet white cat.

However, after such a short separation, the person he cherished so much had become such a wretched state.

Yuan Huan's heart was broken.

His pupils trembled uncontrollably, and in an instant, his vision went from clear to blurry...

The wind whistled past his ears, leaving him behind. Yuan Huan swept aside all the imperial guards blocking his way and charged wildly like a severely wounded beast.

He only had eyes for one person; he couldn't see the murderous intent.

The figure in the pupil picked up the longbow again, and the moment the white-feathered arrow was nocked, it shot towards Yuan Huan.

The arrow, like a lover's tender kiss, gently brushed against Yuan Huan's cheek before piercing his skull from behind.

The attacker fell down, and the next moment, Yuan Huan also suddenly collapsed.

Jiang Xiyu's pupils contracted sharply, and his face, which had turned deathly pale, completely lost its color as his heart stopped.

“Yuan Jiuge…”